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At the time I was diagnosed with PTSD, my counselor suggested getting an emotional support animal. Where I live there is a program called Death Row Dogs which has inmates train animals to either be well behaved or service dogs. There was a shelter near me who had them and for Christmas, a few of them were going to be free!!!!! I fell in love with a German Shepard I saw on their website. I went to go see her right away! When I got there though, she was skittish, and afraid. Not good for a service dog. We looked around at the other dogs and out of all of them going crazy and nuts, only one sat quietly, staring longingly at us through the bars of the cage. We decided to get him out and socialize with him. We immediately bonded and decided to sign the adoption papers and took him home. As soon as I got out of the car, he started whining, thinking I was leaving him. His name is Jake. He is a boxer beagle mix and we are inseparable. I couldn't live without him. When I am sad he gives me hugs and kisses. When I start having flashbacks he nudges and loves on me until I am brought back to the present. I love him more than anything. Our whole family loves him. My moms dog loves him. Even our cat is okay with him. But I love him more than any of them, and I know he loves me more than I could even imagine.
It was a cold rainy day in December 2011. I had stayed over at a friend’s house that night because she was recovering from surgery and needed my help. I came home at about 6:30am that morning. As I approached my front door I heard a constant meowing. I automatically assumed it was my then 4 yr old, 25lb, Maine Coon inside whining for me because I had stayed out all night. But it wasn’t, this meow was too loud and obviously outside. Then I saw him, a tiny little white ball of fur. He was wet and cold and obviously not happy. I couldn’t leave him. I was nervous about taking him into the house because of my cat, Thaddeus, was so big and not always friendly. I scooped him up into my arms and he immediately stopped meowing and snuggled into me for warmth. He was so cold and wet. Not to mention tiny, maybe 3 lbs.
After warming up and cleaning up this tiny kitten I put him onto the floor, reluctantly. He found Thaddeus’s pet bed within five minutes and snuggled in for a long nap.
When the tiny kitten finally woke up from his nap he was curious and hungry. He found Thaddeus’s pet food and dived right in. Thaddeus stayed on the counter watching the kitten closely. That entire day Thaddeus and I watched this kitten in amusement.
It was not until later that evening that Thaddeus approached the kitten. I was nervous. I prayed that Thaddeus would be kind. It would have broken my heart if Thaddeus hurt this kitten. But to my surprise, Thaddeus laid down and started to “groom” the tiny kitten. He licked his ears, eyes, and paws until they were wet. The tiny kitten just laid there, soaking up the attention.
To this day, Thaddeus and Dobby are the best of friends. They play together, eat together, sun together, sleep together, cause mischief together and still groom each other. I could not imagine my life without the both of them.
My husband was driving truck and had stopped to refuel in Georgia. A car pulled up to the fuel isle and dropped out a little kitten. He called me and told me he was bring me a surprise. When he walked in with my red haired Prince Harry, I fell in love. We already had one son, so another would fit in beautifully. We tried to introduce Prince Harry to King Louis, and one swat, a vet visit and 6 stiches later, he was home to stay. That was 7 years ago, and he is a wonderful "daddy" to all our rescues. He washes, kisses, and disciplines them all. He is still the fastest, funniest, and sweetest of all 9. He grew up with our dog, Gnarles Barkley, who is the same color and his best friend. Harry has brought light, love, and plenty of laughter to our house.
I found my cat Spooky at the local grocery store. He was about eight or ten weeks old. When I picked him up he melted in my arms. It was September 17, 2012. He was cold and tired. I took him home and he slept for three days. He didn't know what toys were or how to play with them. I named him Spooky, because it was nearly Halloween.
After about a month or so I found he had a tapeworm from eating rodents. He has seen the vet as scheduled and is a happy, healthy nearly two year old.
He loves to wear his harness and leash to go outside for an adventure. He begs to be walked everyday...and he usually gets what he wants. He is so silly and lovable. I love my Spooky friend! :-) <3
Cow or Monett was a rescue from a family that was trying to kill her. They neglected her and abused her all because at the time (just a kitten) she was too small to breed. They locked her in a closet for a WEEK no food no water when this did not work the tried to drownd her in the sink and after that microwaved her. My sister showed up just as they were putting this amazing sweet heart in a BAG to THROW AWAY.... my sister took the cat and came home. She became my cat years later when my sister could no longer keep her. She is now happy and healthy chasing hair ties and laser pointers all over with her sister who is also a rescue. 13 year old cats still play and is absolutely amazing.
Zoe's picture was in our local newspaper as the "Pet of the week" the minute we saw her we fell in love with her. That was 7 years ago. We are so fortunate to have her in our family.
This little Devon Rex lived not so happy life before we met each other.
Her previous owners moved out of their house, abandoning her there.
The real estate agent in doing a walk through (a few days later) before the new owners moved in, noticed her and dumped her on a farm in the middle of October. Now anyone who knows a Devon, know their body and type of fur is not well equipped for cold weather, and in canada, we get very cold weather. Not only that but her previous owner declawed ALL 4 of her feet :(
I'm sure that her time on the farm freezing, with no self defense from other animals, and having no claws to hunt for food, was to say at least a miserable experience for her. She was finally caught and picked up by a friend of the farm owner, who took her to our local vet to have her checked out. This lady had no interest in keeping her as she thought she looked "weird" & did not like her fur. The vet is a very close family friend and tends to the multiple Devon's we've had over the years, so they called to see if my parents were interested? My mom know I was dying for a rex of my own, and that's how we met. It was love at 1st sight!!
She never hid under the bed once, & that night curled up under the covers, snuggling into me with my arm wrapped around her, and that's where she has been for the last 5yrs. I'm sorry she had not such a good previous life, but it lead us to each other. I am sooo lucky to get to love this beautiful soul!
P.S. Her vet says she now may have too good of a life. :) but Maow deserves it, she is the most precious soul!
Late one summer day, I heard meowing coming from the mobile home across from us. To look would be trespassing, but no one was home and I tried ignoring the cries but gave up and went to look. The sun was starting to set and it was getting dark enough that it was hard to see. As I looked where I was going, I saw what I thought was fecal matter on one of the pavers, but in fact was a tiny black kitten crawling along the pavers. I picked it up, took it inside my mobile home and thought I was done but instead, there were more cries still coming from the same location. Hard as I tried I could not find the 2nd kitten. We (my spouse and I) nursed the kitten through the night and the next day, about 10 a.m., 2 girls from the mobile home park approached me asking if I would take in this black kitten they had found. I took it, but it was too weak and died the next day. The kitten I saved was nursed with every 2-3 hour feedings, etc., and has become a 22lb, long haired black cat. He is a the only cat I've ever had that will walk up my body, as I recline on the sofa, lay across my chest and sleep for as many hours as I will allow. I have always loved long-haired cats, while my spouse was a "dog person", now however, he loves cats as much as I do. We have had 5 other furry family members, all but one from shelters and all adults. They have all lived to be 18 or more with the exception of one. We feed 4-6 homeless cats in the mobile home park where we live. I trapped all of the cats, had them either spayed or neutered and then released them. I would like to have housed them but I had no way - but we still feed them twice a day.
We so love our "little" Rascal and I'm so glad I found him.
So I moved to Chattanooga off of lookout valley in the apartments close to ruby falls and I was going home one day from taking my border collie for a walk at the park down the street. Right as I went over Brown's ferry rd were the bridge is at out runs this matted ball of fur. Poor thing almost got run over by me an the next lane a van almost hit her I shocked the horn to get their attention and they missed her by just a hair. I pulled over at the bar on the left and got out and she ran right up to me :). I just couldn't leave her so . I took her home and gave her a bath and cleaned her up. She was badly beaten and her back left foot she can't walk on because it was healed wrong. When said I had a week to find her a home or she was going to the pound. But after all the searching I did nobody claimed her and i feel so much in love with her I wanted to name her. I thought about it hard and I knew it had to start with a "M". So I said Madison and then maddie and then I saw her ears perk up and when I said Maggie she came running to me :) she knew her name the first I called it and even after all the pain we have been through she is my rescuer :) saving me from depression and killing myself I will always have her in my heart as a life saver :) I have had her since September 2012 and this is recent with my boyfriend Charles :) such a precious dog and a boyfriend that loves her even more :) I'm proud to be her mom. I felt like I was chosen by her. God sent her to me :)
There was a great sadness that fell over our hearts after we had our wonderful little Doxie put to sleep, two years came and went. After thinking and praying, I came to the conclusion that even though we both said we didn't want another such heart break, I said to my husband that I missed having a dog, his comment was, "I don't want another dog." I told him that I did and began searching on several animal rescue sites.
About a month later my daughter called about a little dog she'd heard of one that needed a home, the only problem was that this one was a male. She told me his sad story, that he'd been kept in a small cat kennel for the first year of his life nearly all of the time. The owner was moving and didn't want him any longer, I decided I'd like to go and see him. He was now at the third home who had tried accepting this quirky little fur ball . When I met him he took off running laps throughout the living room over the top of furniture, non stop. He looked at me with such a plea in his sweet little eyes, that he caused my heart to melt. I took him home with me, I nearly gave him back because he was very difficult to house train.
We've had him for over a year now and he has brought so much joy into our lives, I can't imagine not having this quirky bundle of energy in our lives. I've noticed a change in my husband too, the sadness from his heart as in mine has been lifted.